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Friday, March 12, 2004

I've been talking with this guy on the phone a lot lately. It's just great talking with him... I enjoy it so much... I can't believe that we talk on the phone for hours and it's all a wonderful stream of conversation. I really love it. It's not at all like I'm talking to someone I barely know. It's like talking with an old friend. It's great.

He was supposed to call me last night but he got in late, so he didn't. See, I had told him I'd be in bed by midnight and he got in past that. In reality, I'd gone to bed at 10:30, so good that he didn't phone. He called at nine am, though. I thougth that was way sweet. I love that he called me in the morning and that he wants me to call him over the weekend even though I insist I am not bringing my cell with me. Makes me feel like I have something worth saying.

Can you imagine no first dance, freeze dried romance five-hour phone conversation
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